Chapter 1472 Extra Story About Erma (Part One)


    In the Huo family manor, a young girl in a pink and white dress was sitting on the sofa, chatting with her


    friends over the phone.


    On the table beside her, there was an open box of Band-Aids. In the trash can nearby, there were a few


    used Band-Aids.


    Debbie was with a cold these past two days, and Erica had just taken upstairs a bowl of ginger tea a


    servant had prepared for her.


    When she came back downstairs holding the empty tray, she noticed that Erma was still sitting on the


    same spot shest saw her. Helplessly, she rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to put down the


    tray.


    Next, she walked up to her daughter and said mockingly, "Remove the Band-Aid slowly, or you''ll have


    to be sent to the hospitalter!"


    She had never seen a girl as touchy as Erma. She only had a small cut on her finger, and yet she had


    changed more than ten Band-Aids in just half an hour.


    Upon hearing her mother''s deliberate sarcasm, Erma pouted in dissatisfaction. "Oh, Mom, I need my


    hand intact for drawing, doing makeup, and getting people''s hair done. If it doesn''t get well soon, how


    can I even hold a pen to draw?"


    Erica patted her on the shoulder rather forcefully and spat, "I don''t see any blood on your finger. Why


    can''t you hold a pen? Just get out of this couch and go upstairs to do the drawings! You''ve promised


    your father you would create a car''s design for him. It has been two years, but I haven''t seen anything


    done yet. Your dad must be a fool to still believe in you."


    It was all the Huo family men''s fault. They were the ones who spoiled Erma like this. Now the girl was


    even more touchy than Erica was in her youth.


    "Mom, you hurt me!" sheined, rolling her eyes at Erica. Nevertheless, Erma did as her mom


    said and stood up from the couch, slowly making her way towards the stairs.


    She wasn''t in the mood to exin to ayperson like Erica that inspiration didn''te that easy. It was


    quitemon for a professional to think about a certain design for eight or ten years before they got it


    on paper.


    At this time, the front door was opened, and Boswell came in.


    As soon as Erma saw her brother, she ran upstairs as fast as she could.


    "Erma, I''m back!" Boswell called out to stop her.


    But Erma quickly disappeared at the turn of the stairs.


    Aware that his young sister had run to avoid talking about the blind date, Boswell had no choice but to


    tell Erica, "Mom, I''ve already spoke to Adkins. Erma and Stan can meet tomorrow."


    Erica nodded happily. "That''s great! I''ll arrange a ce for them to meet tomorrow."


    Boswell pulled Erica and confided, "Mom, don''t worry. Stan has already arranged everything."


    "What? Does he even have the time for that? Please, tell your brother not to disturb Stan''s work. We


    can handle this sort of trifle."


    Boswell said helplessly, "Mom, this should be arranged by the He family. Your enthusiasm will only


    infuriate Erma again. You''re acting as if no men would want to marry her."


    "Just let her be angry then! Look at the people she has dated so far. A model, a fitness coach, a


    college student... Boswell, I''m telling you I''ve secretly seen this Stan up close. He''s not only as driven


    in his career as Adkins, but he''s also steady and stylish. I''m very satisfied with him!" The more Erica


    thought about Stan He, the more she approved of him.


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    Stan He was 31 years old. At now, he held a position in H Country that was only slightly below that of


    Adkins. Therefore, Erica did not doubt that he had a bright future ahead. Also, he was the only man


    who could live up to Carlos'' and Matthew''s standards for dating Erma.


    "It''s not enough that you are satisfied with him. The most important thing is that your daughter is,"


    Boswell reminded her. He didn''t think it was going to be easy to convince his sister to ept Stan He.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll deal with Erma!" Erica promised, giving herself a pat on the chest. She was confident


    that she would convince her daughter.


    Boswell smiled. "Okay! Thank you, Mom!"


    At seven o''clock the next evening, no matter how reluctant Erma was, Erica pulled her anyway towards


    the restaurant the He family had booked in advance.


    The He family was arge and politically influential family, who held great power over another town


    neighbor to Y City.


    In order to show their sincerity, the entire He family, even their patriarch who was already an old man,


    came to the restaurant to greet the Huo family.


    When Erica finally pulled Erma into the private room, Matthew, Adkins, and Boswell were already


    chatting with the He family members, including Stan, who was sitting next to Adkins in a dark suit.


    At first sight, anyone could tell that Stan He was the tall, handsome young man who behaved very


    nobly in the room.


    However, before their parents could introduce the two young people to each other, Erma looked at Stan


    in astonishment. "It''s you!" she blurted a second toote before realizing that she had given herself


    away.


    Immediately, Erma covered her mouth with her hands, but to no use. Everyone had already heard her.


    Confused, Matthew looked at his daughter and asked, "Erma, do you know each other?" It didn''t make


    any sense if they did. Like Adkins, Stan was always busy. Even if he hade to Y City before, he


    wouldn''t have stayed for long.


    With her hands still over her mouth, Erma shook her head at her father, unwilling to say another word.


    Yet Stan chuckled and contradicted her, "So, your name is Erma."


    Their reactions made it obvious they had known each other before. At that moment, Stan''s father


    gently asked his son, "Stan, what''s going on?"


    Erma winked at Stan, signaling that he shouldn''t tell them anything. But Stan still replied anyway, "Last


    time I saw her, she let the air out of my car''s tires." But since he had something urgent to attend, he


    simply took another car and didn''t mind asking anyone to investigate who that girl who ttened his


    tires was.


    He just never expected that they would meet each other again in such an asion.


    Erma, on the other hand, was ring at him. She was the type of girl who liked to put on a good facade


    in front of the elders. "He took my parking spot first," she exined.


    Stan He smiled, but didn''t say anything else.


    Back then, he had driven out on his own without a driver.


    And when he found an empty spot in an underground parking lot, he simply parked there.


    At the same time, a woman got out of her car and yelled, using him of robbing her parking space.


    Stan looked between his vehicle and hers but didn''t see her car before he parked. Who knew whether


    she was telling the truth or not?


    Stan tried to reason with her, but the woman was quite unreasonable and insisted on him driving his


    car away.


    As he didn''t have much time to argue with her, he headed to the parking lot administration in order to


    find someone who could find another parking spot for the woman. However, when he came back to his


    car after a while, he saw the woman squatted down beside the vehicle while she let the air out of its


    tires.


    She held a needle as she drilled the holes.


    The moment the woman saw him, she left the needle behind and ran away.


    In fact, the needle was still in one of his tires as she left.


    During the dinner, the two acquaintances were arranged in a way they were sitting by each other''s


    side. As the elders kept chatting among themselves, Erma and Stan were left to talk to one another. It


    was more urate to say that Erma was the one doing the talking while Stan He listened to her.


    "I''m young and yful. I love going shopping in Paris, Italy, and London. Not to mention that I also


    appreciate extreme sports like bungee jumping and skydiving. I''m sure you don''t have the time to keep


    up with me. In my opinion, a serious man like you shouldn''t waste your time on someone as


    sentimental and childish like me. Instead, you should get married to a dignified and elegant woman. So,


    when they ask uster how we feel, we will tell them that we''re not suitable for each other, and then we


    can part ways. What do you think?"


    Stan nodded.


    Erma was so happy to see that they hade to an agreement. Yet she had no idea that Adkins, who


    was sitting on the other side of Stan, was secretly telling him a few words of his own. "Don''t listen to my


    sister''s nonsense. Although it''s true that she likes to go shopping, she wouldn''t dare to practice any


    extreme sports. She''s also a little sentimental and childish, but overall, my sister is very cute."


    Erma shed him a wide grin as she continued, "That''s great! Mr. He, I''m a great makeup artist. If you


    get married one day, I can do your bride''s make-up for free."


    Stan nodded again.


    ''It feels so good to deal with people like him. He always nods at anything I say, '' she thought to


    herself.